My way.

I must get my angst under control. Imagining life the way I want it to be. I want to be god. The boss. The guy that decides all of life's outcomes. Of course, I won't get my wish. But I could be happy. Playing god. Calling all of the shots. In an effort to create the perfect world. Perfect, that is, from my perspective. Might not be what other people would have in mind. But I'm going to ask god for a little favor. Give me a little corner. In some distant part of the cosmos. Where I can create a world. My way. --Jim Broede